Half an hour later, the gorgeous South Lights gradually disappeared, and the sky was completely darkened, turning into night, and on this isolated island, once it entered the night, it was very cold, although the two of them had some unfinished feelings, but they could only return to the cabin to keep warm.

When they returned to the cabin, they found that there was not much dead wood left in the cabin at this time, Jiang Jianlong had to go to the island to pick up some dead wood in the dark, Jiang Jianlong also realized that if he stayed on this isolated island for a long time, not only would there be a shortage of food, but even the wood on this island could not supply his and Li Suyun's usual needs, because every time Jiang Jianlong picked up the dead wood nearby, when he went to pick up the dead wood on the isolated island for the second time, he would have to look for it farther away. Because the nearby wood has been picked up by Jiang Jianlong, Jiang Jianlong wondered in his heart whether there was a burning material that could replace the dead wood. He couldn't think of anything about it.

When Jiang Jianlong came to the cabin with a pile of dead wood, he found that Li Suyun was writing something on his notepad with a pen in the cabin, and when Li Suyun found that Jiang Jianlong was about to enter the cabin, he immediately put down the pen and closed the notepad. When Jiang Jianlong saw it, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

Li Suyun put down the notepad a little nervously, then shrunk her body into the corner of the cabin and opened the topic and said, "Hmm...... I'm a little cold, so let's get the fire started. ”

When Jiang Jianlong heard Li Suyun say this, he immediately went to the diesel lamp and lit the dead wood, and then set up a fire for Li Suyun to roast. When he put up the fire, Jiang Jianlong found that there was not enough diesel in the diesel lamp, so he went to the fuel tank outside the cabin, got a bottle of diesel out, and added it to the diesel bottle he made. When he filled up the diesel fuel in the diesel lamp and came to the cabin again, he found Li Suyun lying in a corner of the cabin, closing his eyes as if asleep.

Jiang Jianlong didn't believe that Li Suyun could fall asleep so quickly, he wanted to wake up Li Suyun and want to talk to her again, but after thinking about it carefully, if Li Suyun was really asleep, then he would disturb her sleep now, and he felt that he was not polite enough, so he took out a long sweater jacket from the luggage in the cabin and gently covered Li Suyun's body, and he himself sat next to Li Suyun, stretched out his hands, and his palms were facing the fire.

Just when he was bored, he suddenly remembered what Li Suyun had been writing on his notepad when he had just gone out to pick up dead wood, and now that Li Suyun had fallen asleep, he couldn't help but pick up the notepad to see what Li Suyun had written on his notepad.

He quickly opened the first few pages of the notebook to write the poems he wrote, and at the back of the poems, he turned to the handwriting written by Li Suyun, which read: "I remember when I was a teacher, there was an essay in the textbook (ten years later) that left a deep impression on me, I read and corrected the essays of the students in my class, and found that many of the things described in it were not imagined by the students in our class, but written by me or ready-made examples they saw on TV, or directly copied from others. For example, some students wrote on it: "Ten years from now, everyone will use a computer, every household will have a color TV, refrigerator ......" Eight or nine out of ten students at that time would write like this, but one student, I think he came up with it himself, wrote in his composition: Ten years from now, there will be more people in the city than in the countryside. This sentence made me particularly touched at the time, because most of the people in the village where I taught at that time had already begun to move to the cities, and the result was really unexpected, the urbanization rate has now exceeded 50 percent, and I don't know how many of the 900 million peasants that were often reported in newspapers and television at the beginning.

A few years have passed, in fact, we are now, not as good as we imagined, now although there are a lot of cars, there are traffic jams from time to time, but the average number of owners is still very low, although the world has basically eliminated the problem of food and clothing, but there are still many people still below the poverty line, these situations can not help but make me feel that many ideas are actually just learning to draw circles, has been improving, but there will never be a completely complete day.

At this moment, I was silent for a long time about this essay that suddenly occurred to me, and I began to think, what will I be like ten years from now at the age of twenty-eight?

In my youth, I am not reminded of what Paul Kochagin said—that a man's life should be spent in such a way that when he recalls the past, he will not regret that he wasted his time; I will not be ashamed of doing nothing.

This is a wise saying, often silently in the heart, can increase the energy of people in the mind, but the future is an unknown, it is full of variables, many people's hard work, in the end no matter how much he pays, success or not, in the end are meaningless, once I saw such a story in a book, in the early days of European industry, there was a young man who liked to make metal craft utensils, and then he began to be an apprentice, learning from the master, but this craft is very difficult to learn, he spent a lot of money, It took several years to finally learn, but at this time, a machine that could be mass-produced was invented, and the quality of the product it produced was no less than that of artificial, and his output and price were very different from those produced artificially. There are many such cases, and they will continue to happen in the future, if so, don't people have to struggle? I feel that whether life is meaningful or not depends on whether he has worked hard for his dreams. The more effort he has, the more meaning he has in life, and the more colors on the white paper, the more colorful it is. Even if you don't succeed in doing everything you do for your dreams, if you do it, it's meaningful, and if you don't do it, it's meaningless. That life is a blank slate. ”

After Jiang Jianlong read all the feelings that Li Suyun wrote in the notepad, he couldn't help but smile, he could see that Li Suyun had overcome herself in her heart, and she had experienced all kinds of things, she had already experienced a strong heart, for which Jiang Jianlong felt a lot more comfortable.

He slowly put on the notepad, and then looked at Li Suyun's weak face through the sallow firelight, he had an impulse in his heart at this moment, he especially hoped that Li Suyun would never be hurt in the future, this feeling made him feel familiar and at a loss, because he gradually felt that he had fallen in love with Li Suyun, and the feeling he had for Li Suyun now was exactly what he felt when he met his ex-wife many years ago.